Page 32 of Obsessed Wolf Daddy

Tanya's voice is like a tornado of fury when I tell her about Terrance. I can almost hear her shaking with rage. She cursed more in the first five minutes of our conversation than I've heard her curse all year.

By the time I say goodbye and step into the shower, her words have soothed my mind. Terrance will be dealt with. None of this is my fault. I still can't believe he tried to force himself on me. At the back of my mind, I knew all along that he liked me, but I still thought we were never more than friends. I never dreamed he would be capable of something like this.

I'm just glad he's from one of the smaller packs. I doubt Diego will allow him back onto our lands. I guess that's something.

The shower is large and masculine. Everything feels oversized, and as I step in, I'm engulfed by the steam. The water cascades down my skin like a thousand tiny fingers, washing away the sweat and grime from the fear of the previous night. I close my eyes under the pounding stream of hot water, relishing the sensation against my sensitive skin. My fingers trail over my shoulders, and it feels like every drop has a life of its own. A soft moan escapes my lips as I lather up Cole's sandalwood shower gel and rub it into my aching muscles. The warm, masculine scent only drives my senses higher. It's almost like Cole is here with me, washing away more than just the dirt from my body but also the memories of Terrance's attack. The thought fills me with warmth, and I lean into it.

Reluctantly, I step out of the shower, cocooning myself in a large, fluffy, Cole-sized robe. He was right about one thing—I feel much better. I also feel incredibly aroused. Being in Cole's home, surrounded by his things, naked in his shower…I can't help wondering what it means that he brought me here. Did he just pity me, or feel responsible in some way? The thought makes my heart sink.

I have zero experience in dealing with men like Cole. Or any men, really. I groan as I take in my appearance in the mirror. Gone is the confidence from last night. I try to finger-comb my wet hair, then I towel-dry it. As affected as I am by Cole, I don't want to make a fool of myself, especially after everything that happened last night.

I misjudged things with Terrance. I'm not going to risk misjudging anything else.

I step out of the bathroom, freezing awkwardly when I spot Cole standing by the window again. He turns slowly, hisgaze raking up and down my body. I'm suddenly grateful for the robe's thick material so he can't see my nipples pebble under his gaze or the slight tremble that courses through me.

"Feel better?" he asks, his voice thick.

I nod, frozen to the spot under his intense stare. I look down, embarrassed that my cheeks are burning under his scrutiny. I clear my throat softly and nod, still debating what to say. "I...I should probably get going soon," I say reluctantly, looking around for my things.

Cole's eyes seem to darken, and he crosses the room in slow, deliberate strides like a predator stalking its prey. He stops just inches away from me, our bodies almost touching, and his voice drops to a low growl. "You don't have anywhere else to be."

His hand reaches out and braces against the wall beside my head, trapping me against the cool wood of the bathroom door. The mirror on the other side of the room reflects us, and I'm almost breathless as I watch the scene, unable to look up at him. His touch sends shivers racing down my spine that have nothing to do with fear. "And you are not going anywhere until I say so."

He leans in close, his mouth close enough that I can feel the whisper of his breath on my neck. "Tell me to stop." His tongue darts out to trace circles around my earlobe before he pulls back with a smirk on his lips. "I'll stop if you want me to."

I tremble under his touch. My eyes flutter open to look up at him, and I gulp softly when I see the hunger in his gaze. "I...I don't want you to stop," I whisper back, feeling heat rush to my face.

He chuckles deeply, and the sound sends shivers down my spine. Gently, he cups my jaw with one hand and raises my chin so our eyes meet. There's a spark in his gaze that tells me he's very much in control. I have no doubt that this man is farmore experienced than me, and dominant. What if I can't handle him?

"Good," he murmurs, his voice rough with need. "Because I don't want to stop."

As soon as I say the words, his lips crash down on mine, hungrily demanding entrance. His hands slide down my body, tugging at the tie holding my robe together. I gasp as the cool air hits my naked skin, but I don't have time to feel any embarrassment as his hands are everywhere at once. My senses are almost overwhelmed with pleasure as he leaves a trail of goosebumps with every touch.

He shrugs the robe from my shoulders, pulls me toward the bed, and gently lays me back. Only now do I blush and try to cover myself as he stands, fully clothed, in front of me. His eyes are wild with intensity, his wolf fighting for control.

"You are fucking beautiful, Saffy," he murmurs.

I swallow hard as he leans down, kneeling in front of me, and firmly pushes my thighs apart. Panic bubbles up within me. "I…I've never..." I blurt out.

He nibbles my inner thigh, making my head roll back. "I know,” he says. “Trust me. Okay?"

I nod, wanting so much to relax but finding it impossible. I've never been so exposed. Before I can say anything else, he dips his head and runs his tongue through my pussy.

"Oh, God,” I moan, squirming. He holds my thighs firmly, repeating the action until I'm forced to lay back and take it. He sucks on my clit, and my hips buck, pressure shooting through me like lightning.

"You're so tight, baby," he groans as he slides two fingers inside me, stretching me open and filling me up in a way I never thought possible. A tightness begins to unfurl in my lower stomach, and a wave of pleasure threatens to engulf me. He adds another finger, and I cry out. It's not painful, but it is intense.He sucks my clit into his mouth again, and something within me detonates. My screams fill the room, and I come, writhing against his face.

He gently slides his fingers out of my hot channel and, as I'm still coming down from the waves of pleasure, removes his clothes. When I look, my breath hitches at the sight of his erect cock bobbing excitedly in front of me. It's bigger than anything I could have imagined. My heart races as he crawls onto the bed beside me, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at me as he rubs his huge cock through my juices, nudging at my entrance.

He lifts himself, using one hand to brace himself against the wall, a look of fierce concentration on his face. "Fuck,” he groans. “You're so tight."

I try to breathe through the discomfort as my thighs are pushed further apart by the intrusion. Reaching between us, he strums my sensitive clit as he inches inside me further. The pressure builds again, and his time, I can feel my walls clenching around his cock. It feels amazing.

"I'm coming again, Cole! Oh my God…oh my God."

"Come on my cock," he grits out, and I do, screaming as he slams into me until he's buried to the hilt. I cling to him, the orgasm wreaking my entire body.

"I'll go easy this time,” he says. “Okay?"

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